This could not be happening. All of a sudden, Harry turned to the TV. "1 of the 5 boys from One Direction, CAUGHT! With Zayn Malik's stepsister?," the newscaster said confidently. This was the last thing that I wanted to happen. They even got a picture of us holding hands at the mall, to prove SOMETHING was up.
I heard Harry let out a sigh and her began tracing circles on my back again. "It's all going to be alright," he whispered in my ear. A shiver slowly made its way down my spine. We broke apart, "Harry, we have to explain to everyone what we are." "But what are we?," he asked, leaning closer to me. I sighed. We acted like a couple, but couples aren't supposed to be secret.
About 3 minutes later, Zayn came barging through the door. "What is this?! You two are dating!?," he screamed. "Zayn, calm down," Liam said. I could tell that it was bothering him too. Niall just stood there, smiling at me. He mouthed 'congrats.' I simply replied with a smile. At least there was someone besides Harry who loved me.
"Zayn, it's not a big deal. I'm sorry! We just figured," I pointed to Harry, then back to me, "this out last night!" "Oh my god! You two slept together!?," he wouldn't stop screaming. "NO! Of course not!," Harry screamed back. I couldn't take this. I pulled Niall aside and buried my face into his chest. "Shh, it's going to be alright," he kept repeating, but I highly doubted it.
Then, I heard some footsteps coming downstairs, I lifted my head up from Niall's chest to see that Paul looked angry. "You two are dating!?," he screamed. I didn't even reply, I just buried my face back into Niall's chest. Harry was trying to explain to Zayn what we were, but Zayn wasn't listening.
"I have an idea," Paul said. Ut oh. Whenever Paul had ideas, they weren't exactly good ones. I heard my phone buzzing from across the room, "Harry, toss me my phone." He tossed my iPhone over to me. I looked down. All of my tweets had something to do with my lovelife.
@PaulRox: OMG Harry and Nikki?? Hikki forever! <3333
I smiled at that one, but then something caught my eye as I was reading down all the 'Hikki' tweets. Some fan said that they'd rather see Niall and I together, which I thought was quite odd. It looked as if Paul had a dozen lightbulbs flash on in his head, "Niall and Nikki. You two will fake date to get the paparazzi off of what's really going on," he said firmly.
I couldn't do that to Harry. What if the paparazzi finds where we live and Harry and I never get any alone time? "Paul, we can't do that," I said. "Sure you can!," he exclaimed. I sighed and pulled away from Niall's chest. "You will both tweet how happy you are to be together, and fans will jump onto the new Nikall couple!," he said. A tear streamed down my face. I let out a huge sigh and ran upstairs.
I heard someone follow me upstairs, but this time, I didn't know who it was. I plopped onto the bed and buried my face into my pillow. "Are you okay?," a thick Irish accent asked. "Go away," I said, still buried into the pillow. Suddenly, I felt his finger trace my spinal cord. A chill went down my back, but a different kind of chill. I sat up and laid down in Niall's arms.
"I'm sorry we have to do this," I said, "If Harry and I just waited to hold hands, none of this would have had to happen." "It's not that bad, I mean, I get to fake date a gorgeous girl for who knows how long?," he said. I smiled, "I'm not gorgeous." He smirked and nodded, "Sure you're not."
We laid there for a good 15 minutes before Harry came barging into the room, furious about something. Apparently a fan said that he doesn't deserve a girl like me, that Niall was a better fit and all of these harsh things that I'd rather not repeat. Niall and I both did what Paul said, we tweeted that we were happy we were together and that the Hikki thing was all just a lie.
I gave Niall one big hug and he left the room. Harry came and laid down next to me, "I don't like this," he said, his voice shaky. "Me neither, but it's for the best. The paparazzi were going to destroy us anyway," I said, snuggling closer to him. "I don't think so, I would still love you no matter what," he said caringly. "Harry, in the end, don't ever let me go," I said. He nodded and kissed my lips softly, something we hadn't done since the beginning of the newscast.
His tongue begged for entry yet again, which I granted quickly. Our kiss grew even more passionate than before, but I pulled away when it got a little too rough. "I'm going to go downstairs," I said, standing up. "I'm sorry about everything," I said, leaving the room.
I stormed downstairs and quickly went to Paul, "We can't do this. We have a better chance of keeping the relationship up and running with the fans knowing then we have putting me in a 'fake relationship,'" I said clearly. I clearly didn't want to do this, I mean, I love Harry. I hated seeing his face when Paul announced that Niall and I would be fake dating.
I don't think I can do this.
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